The Princess and the Christmas Rescue - preview

Dedication C.H. Dedication S.W. First published in 2016 by Nosy Crow Ltd The Crow’s Nest, 10a Lant Street London SE1 1QR www.nosycrow.com ISBN 978 0 85763 707 9 (HB) ISBN 978 0 85763 XXX X (PB) Nosy Crow and associated logos are trademarks and/or registered trademarks of Nosy Crow Ltd. Text copyright © Caryl Hart 2016 Illustrations copyright © Sarah Warburton 2016 The right of Caryl Hart to be identified as the author and Sarah Warburton to be identified as the illustrator of this work has been asserted.

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Caryl Hart Illustrated by Sarah

Warburton

At the top of the world, where the icy winds blow, Is a beautiful palace carved out of the snow.

It sits in a forest of towering trees And in summer the meadows grow up past your knees.

It’s a wonderful place for just messing about.

Yet the princess who lived there had never been out.

The king said, “That forest is scary and wild, Full of tigers and bears that could eat a small child.”

Now Princess Eliza was brainy and bright.

She kept herself busy from morning till night.

With a few bits of wood, lots of string and some wire, The princess could make anything you’d desire.

But the king said, “This hobby is far from princessy.

Your dress gets so dusty, your room is so messy.”

“It’s great that you make all these things,” the queen said.

“But how about making a new friend instead?”

“What fun!” thought Eliza. “I’ll give it a go.

I’ll try baking a gingerbread boy out of dough.”

But when he was cooked, the boy hopped off the tray, Then he stuck out his tongue and . . . . . . skedaddled away!

Eliza sighed, “I’m getting nowhere like this.”

So she found a large frog and she gave iåt a kiss.

She hoped he’d turn into a prince befoåre long, But the frog just said, “Croak,” and then . . .

boing, he was gone!

“Oh well,” thought Eliza. “I’ll just plait my hair And dangle it out of that window up there.

A knight might climb up – we could have a fun game.”

But she waited for hours . . . and nobody came.